Playing It Again

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Do you ever tire of sitting at the feet of wise, learned persons, sometimes hearing their stories and anecdotes again,- even many times, again?

Grandma Reis lived across the alley when I was a kid. My own grandmothers were deceased, so I loved Grandma Reis like my own grandma. She enjoyed the little curly-haired girl who would happily come visit and talk for hours with her. I collected bottles, so she saved her old-fashioned medicine bottles for my collection. Though she was bedridden, she was oh, so interesting! Her mind was sharp, even though she occasionally repeated herself. To me, it was like hearing a favorite song or story again. I didn't tire of it, but loved it as I had the very first time! Obviously, I still do.

Others’ stories are equally fun to hear again and again, each person's anecdotes with different perspectives, so that it becomes vicariously participating in cameo bits of history and 'replayable' stanzas to be enjoyed again.

There are favorite songs, poems, books and movies which I never tire of revisiting. As in the film, Casablanca, when they're ‘played again’, it’s like reliving special parts of life with which they’re associated. They excite or inspire again, as the first time experienced, with an added patina from Time's magic passage.

These things create a chance to be co-participants with others' experiences, as if by some magic transference! Writing itself provides constant opportunity to share experiences with each other and with unknown people we may never know personally.

What is the spark which embeds someone's idea, artistic effort or memory so deeply that it seems to become part of one's own being? It's not intentional, but simply one of those inexplicable spontaneous responses which occur, expanding horizons as it implants a bit of its own essence!


Geysering from

Overflowing soul,

Life surges forth

As though the first,

Finally beginning,

Quenching thirst.


Finality is illusion.

Melting into itself

Life surges to begin

A pleasant tune,

Refreshing it anew,

Playing it again.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay


Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By".


Am I

An after-image

Left behind, unfound

From someone’s

Former life?

Am I

A fragment

Of a song

As yet unsung,

Not yet to bring its sound?

Am I

Some strife

Not yet resolved,

To be undone

While I am here?

Not I!

For I am simply this:

A soul, a heart, a mind to give.

Unique, all new, am I.

So here am I,- to be, to live.

I am!


_____© Nellieanna H. Hay


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Habit is a computer;

Hooray for automation!

Who wants to ponder

Brushing teeth

Or breathing?


But in its halls

There is a part

Of the precious heart

To play again,

Where love recalls

Each time it’s played.


No explanation,

But automated,

It is not real:

Feeling never learns

Self-duplication.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay



Of course, our own life experiences 'play again' in our present times. Whether pleasant or bittersweet, we welcome and relish 'reliving' them through something which reminds us, such as hearing a song associated with it. That 'something' provides a miraculous privilege.



Memory ~



They

Recognize each other

Instantly

From the future.

They

Know each other

Intimately

From the past.

They

Share their eagerness

Every time

For each adventure.

They

Love each other

With depth

Each time they meet

Again.


_____© Nellieanna H. Hay



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Jodah 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

Beautiful Nellieanna. I love each of these wonderful poems and the narration that connects them...well done.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Written just for me (if you catch my meaning). thank you


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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

Elegant,chic and well-organized structure.Imagery beautiful,internal music topnotch!My hat off to you,My lady.Good job !


Vincent Moore 3 years ago

Dear Nellieanna, I hear the longing of a lover from the past, we have so many memories in our bank of life. I too remember those days sitting with my grandfather, I lingered for hours listening to his stories from his past. Now I find myself caught in the same sphere, but nobody to share them with?

I dream, I write, I get lost in my world of words. You have captured such beauty as you always do with not only stunning stimulating words and verse that stir my senses and penetrate my core, but you always give us a glimpse into YOU.

Thank you for sharing this beautiful story and poetry, with the excellent chosen videos, I love Barbara, always have. Tis you indeed

"For I am simply this:

A soul, a heart, a mind,

Unique, all new, am I.

Here am I,- to live, to be."

Hugs to you sweet poet:


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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

Nellieanna, once again you have gone deep into the soul and showered us with enlightening words. How many times have we interrupted someone only to say, "you've already told me this"? Yet, we relive memories and past experiences in our minds over and over again. It's what keeps memories alive.

How many times have we read The Cat in the Hat to our toddlers? We cherished that time with our kids and they looked forward to story time. Stories are meant to be told over and over again. If not so, why do we have books?: To preserve a memory or a tale for all time.


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billybuc 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

Your question just before the poem was an interesting one. There are people who have that certain something that makes them creative and in tune with the heartbeat of life....there is no explanation and no way to quantify it....it just is.

Beautiful work, Nellianna! Blessings to you always.

bill


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Love your intro to this collection. People are fascinating! I sincerely enjoy listening to the memories people share, especially those I love as my own, because they are a part of those I care about and a part of history as well. Maybe it it's the introvert in me, but I also prefer one on one conversations with others because that is generally when the depth of things like memories and stories are shared - perhaps because they are personal.

Your poems are beautiful and excellent, as usual. But, I have one thought to the first one. I think feelings do self-duplicate. Once one loves someone - really truly and unconditionally loves another, be it a grandparent, someone like a grandparent, friend, parent, or lover - those feelings linger. Yes, some of them turn more toward feelings of nostalgia when memories are recalled, but I believe love is ever present even when those people are long gone and just as real, which is why those people are missed so. It is, as you say just before that, self automated.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Jodah, dear heart, thank you for reading my hub and giving your response! I appreciate your input so greatly! You’re such a treasure! I continue to be glad I discovered you on here! You’re shining like the star you are!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

I’m thinking, Martin, that your remark that this was written just for you may refer to your love of music, as well as of writing and capturing the moments in your poetry! You’re a deep vessel, I think. Thank you for coming by and leaving that intriguing delightful comment! :-) You've left me smiling!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear James, thank you for such a beautiful comment, full of wonderful compliments!

I especially appreciate your attention to the details! I’ve sometimes thought that if I have one talent, it’s probably for coordinating the elements of whatever I’m doing, ranging from projects involving physical construction to those with more esoteric creative results. I just love for all the elements to come together well into the whole, enhancing each other.

My poetry is basically spontaneous and uncontrived, so to set it into a friendly presentation gives it a bit more body and substance. At least that’s my sense of it.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear, dear Vincent! Ah, but you share your life experiences and your fertile mind’s amazing imagery every day as you write and tell about them. Of course, one wants one’s own progeny to want to and/or to be able to be among one's listeners and readers. But don’t underestimate the powers and opportunities at work. I’ve told you of my own long-estranged ones finding me on my website and my hubs, where they discovered who I really am, so that they then sought me out personally.

Your world of words is so effective and powerful, my dear. It reaches beyond your own mind and being; it can and surely will touch those you most want to touch. Meanwhile, those of us you do touch stand in awe at all you have to share and to give! That’s no small audience of true followers: spiritually 'kinfolks'!!

Thank you for your lovely comments. By the way, I edited that stanza you quoted a bit, to flow better, hopefully. I hope you like it just as well. See what you think ~

For I am simply this:

A soul, a heart, a mind to give.

Unique, all new, am I.

Here am I,- be, to live.

I am!

__© Nellieanna H. Hay


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Shauna, my dear - thank you! Yes, we’ve all done that, becoming impatient when someone repeats him/her self, when perhaps if we listened a little further, we’d realize the value of the repetition, whether or not it was intended!

My precious George always had repeated some things deliberately, probably, because they bore repeating, but as his short-term memory slipped, he repeated himself far more frequently; yet even then, it always had value and hearing him being so involved in those thoughts and tales was all the more valuable because it was good for him, too! I have to chuckle, because sometimes, he’d precede his stories with “I’m not going to pontificate , but . . .” and he’d already have his index finger poised to drive a point home! Funny thing was that he was never overbearing and nothing he ‘drove home’ was uninteresting or useless! He was born in 1922 and had lived through so much ‘history’, with an inquiring and philosophical mind, which didn’t miss much. So whatever he chose to share was a treat! It wasn’t all serious, either. He had a great wry humor, as well!

Yes - it keeps memories alive for the teller and the hearer, doesn’t it?

Oh, yes. Children adore the familiar stores and poems. I was crazy about Robert Lewis Stevenson’s poems for children and never got too much of them. Mother had a story she created about an old oyster who was rejected and driven from the oyster bed because he couldn’t make a pretty pearl. Finally, in true Wagnerian fashion, a young oyster maid came to bring him food and understanding and inspired him to make the prettiest pearl anyone ever saw; then he was rewarded for his excellence by being made the head ‘Capi-tan” of the oyster bed. I begged to hear it again and again.

Dad had many favorite poems he recited, usually with a moral for a youngster, One was about a little mouse who wouldn’t heed her elders and was caught in a mousetrap. He recited it so beautifully, I begged to hear it, too!

Yes - books! I always read my favorites again and again! I read “Gone With The Wind” at least a dozen times in my early teens. They didn’t rerun movies back then, at least not in the little border town where I lived, so it was a way to relive that movie again and again. Haven’t read the book in a long time but I still watch the movie again occasionally! There were so many other books I read multiple times, too. Yes - this does preserve the memory and/or the tale for all time, and for a person, for all his or her time!

I can’t even begin to think of all the wondrous stories my parents shared of growing up in the 1890s and of their lives and adventures as they became adults and found their own way. How deprived we’d have been if they hadn’t shared those stories. I even got some of them from my older siblings who had ‘been there’ before I was born to witness some of it. It’s heritage and tradition - but so much more. It saddens me that young folks now seem less attentive to and interested in what went before them. I suppose if it isn’t conveyed to them by their electronic gadgets, it lacks importance and respectability for them! Well, of course, all that information is also important but the personal experience of sharing a person’s experiences, whether verbally or written, is something nothing else can replace.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Yes, Bill, - you’re so right. Some people just seem to have an inside track to, as you so aptly described it, - ‘the heartbeat of life’, - and the uncanny ability to convey it to others. It’s also a kind of miraculous ability that those who can receive it possess, as well! Without that communication 'loop', it would all be superfluous.

Yep, that it exists is because it just does and it ‘is’! No quantifications and explanations available, - or required!

Thank you, dear friend! I appreciate you, and return the blessings to you and yours!


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Playing it again, hearing it again, reading it again. It all makes it twice the enjoyment. I love your poems and how they evoke a special atmosphere and the images go with your hub so well. Books we have read and reread are old friends. I remember that as a teenager I had a crush on Sir Laurence Olivier - I went and saw Hamlet five times!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, dear Shannon! Happy to see you here, back more fully online! Thank you for making this one of your visits!

Yes, it’s that connection with loved ones which really makes their sharing memories so special and valuable.

I agree that usually one-to-one is the best setting for sharing, especially the most personal and intimate memories. Writers, however, have a special venue for sharing things publicly with greater abandon, I suppose. It’s sort of what we “do”. We want to touch others’ personal receptivity so that they relate to our accounts in a way that is positive and helpful for them in their own lives. In fact, if they didn’t or couldn’t relate at least at some personal level to what we write (at least at some personal level!) - we’d be spinning our wheels. Music is similar. Creating songs and lyrics which ‘touch’ others one may never know is at least part of its purpose for a songwriter, I’d think!

Thank you for mentioning that nuance about ‘self-duplication’. As I wrote it, I was aware that it didn’t fully explain that what I meant by it was similar to the ‘automation’ in which feelings which are only valid when from the heart spontaneously, if just dutifully being 'duplicated' by the self,- are simply hollow.

But, of course, a lasting love is constantly being refreshed & re-expressed!! Even if the love expressions sound like duplications, when they are arising from that wellspring of true love, they are wondrous! They needn't always grope for some new way of expressing it, as long as it's totally real each time! In fact, deliberately needing to grope for some 'new' way to appeal to one's loved one already reeks with conditionality & lack of spontaneous unconditionality at some major level.

“Unconditional” really is almost synonymous with “ongoing, spontaneous, and truly felt”. It is not being dutifully ‘bound’ to always BE as expected or even promised - or to need to produce something new to stir it up. To be unconditional, it must simply HAPPEN every time because it IS real!

But how else would one keep the ‘eternal’ flame alive, if not by refreshing it continuously with the same kind of truly felt love-fuel; but each and every time, with all-new and fresh batches of the fuel of love which is really, truly, honestly felt? If it’s a duty, it may never have been ‘unconditional’ or has exhausted its long-lasting unconditionality. "Long-lasting" really is not a feature of unconditional, in fact.

So, in that poem, I left it to the reader to ascertain what was meant, which risked MY intent being somewhat misinterpreted. But that’s OK. It’s not unlike ‘unconditional’, in fact! When a giver and receiver are involved, as in both love and reading, there are individual factors at work, which vary from moment to moment - and are subjective with each person.

All poetry leaves most of its interpretation to its readers, all of whom naturally see it from whatever perspective in which they are currently involved! Unless it’s heavy ponderous poetry, that is probably the greatest value of poetry - its openness.

Unlike prose, whose purpose is to say, in no uncertain terms, “this is what I, the writer, think about this subject; here it is, take it or leave it!”, - poetry gently puts out a feeler, honestly from the poet’s perspective but leaving lots of room for his own application to the reader. It needn’t be detailed and ponderous; In fact, it mustn’t be! It can be light and airy (full of loopholes, even), and still emit a valid thought or feeling to be received, ruminated upon and interpreted by the reader's own unique perspective! No harm done! Mission accomplished! :-)

So you’ve done just that, - with the thoroughness that is your forte! I like your observations. “Nostalgia” is an interesting facet. Is it because the feeling that ‘was’, no longer ‘is’, either because the other has left in spirit or in body? Who knows. . .? But yes - the memories are no less real, whether recalled nostalgically or with a sense of non-interruption, with perceptible differences in one’s heartstrings with each of those possibilities.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Blossom - we are surely sisters under the skin! “Old friends” are exactly how I’ve always viewed my books, both fiction and ‘non’. I love history and philosophy and truly can fall in love with an author! I love Will Durant and Lewis Mumford are like my brothers, among others! I just adore Jane Austen as a personal friend to whom I so relate! There are so many others in various genres, from poetry to economics!

I had ample time as a youngster, and later, as a housewife, to be alone to read and to be immersed in books. Each time I would pick up one of my favorites, it cast a warm glow around me as I settled down for a read! There were so few other distractions, too.

I’ve been watching “Upstairs, Downstairs” (the entire series) and noticed that in it, too, if a character sits down with a book, it becomes a ‘private world’ without interruptions!

As for film stars - OH yes! They truly become part of one’s immediate family too. There were many for me, starting with Gene Autry! haha. But Clark Gable really won my heart, with his amused look and self-confident good looks.

Thank you for your delightful comments!!


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Thank you for your kind words, Nellieanna. I may be back more online, but I've been neglecting HubPages as I try to catch up on other things that require much of my online time lately. Hopefully all will regulate itself again soon so that I can spend more time here. I miss interacting with people around here.

I agree! That is the beautiful thing about poetry, its ability to mean so many different things to so many different people. It's the same for songs, even songs with clear-cut meanings, because there is still room for interpretation and personal connections to lyrics based upon personal experiences, feelings, and thought elicited at the time.

My thoroughness, as you call it, is a result of thinking about things from different angles. Sometimes words, phrases, or entire ideas will just strike something in me. And then I find myself almost playing devils advocate as I consider it from other perspectives, whether I am fully committed to a particular point of view or not. It can get me into trouble when sometimes it is misinterpreted as me being critical of a person on a personal level or misconstruing something said. In fact, I have no intention of even being critical on any level in the first place! Neither do I have any intention twisting someone's words to mean something he or she did not. I don't care much for confrontation, but rather open, honest discussion, so I guess I am more likely to blurt out such thoughts in writing discussions. Hehehe. You just take me with a grain of salt, so I am more likely to risk saying something to you that might sound offensive or critical, though never my intent. Mostly, my intentions are just to explore ideas and concepts more fully. Trust me, you'd know if I meant to offend! But that's generally reserved for those that continually provoke me on purpose.

That said, I'm not so certain about feelings being less real or not the same after a loved one is gone. I think maybe it depends on both the person and the circumstances that resulted in the loss. I can think of a few that have passed, yet my love is as it was when they were alive, except that I have no way of expressing that to a tangible, living person now; it just is. Or perhaps that in itself makes it different. . .The memories, on the other hand, now have more of a sense of nostalgia attached to them than before. Then there are those whose lives have taken a different path than mine, and the closeness that once was is no loner there. I think those type of circumstances more aptly fit what you describe, at least for me. Perhaps that is the distinction I make between someone I once knew and someone etched in my heart forever, which is much different than being etched in my memories alone.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Etch is a rather brittle word, and one which I don’t readily associate with love or with its continuation. The actual process of etching involves engraving a design or message onto & into a hard surface, such as metal, glass or stone, by first covering the entire surface with a protective coating, then cutting the pattern on it with a needle to make grooves into which acid is injected to attack the subcutaneous part beneath the surface as drawn on it by the needle, and thus, to create the permanent engraving.

As a metaphor for receiving love and taking it into the heart, it leaves much to be desired in my opinion.

The clear difference between merely knowing someone and having taken someone into one’s heart and placed in one’s permanent memory are the meanings I read into your intended metaphor; but describing the main difference in those extremes as the love and memory being ‘etched’ there is a disturbing connotation.

Nostalgia may suggest the opposite, associated with a somewhat transient, possibly uncomfortable, ambivalent feeling. It would prick one’s awareness uncomfortably, but wouldn’t throb deeply with a constant sense of the loss. It’s dictionary-defined as a sentimental longing or a wistful affection, tinged with either pleasant recollection, or possibly with elements of regret & homesickness. Hence, my question of which is it; is it the product of a disappointing loss or a physical loss which is still real but, as you say, - now intangible? Is it merely a sentimental side-trip? Does it prick or throb?

These questions don’t imply feelings that are less real, but they are, by definition, less permanent and possibly less alive and subject to the changes which accompany living persons relating, with ups and downs. The tendency in memory of those who have passed on is that they assume a persona as almost infallible, since they can no longer stumble and fall, and seldom does one dwell on their lifetime’s stumblings when brought to loving memory. They’ve become ‘fixed’ in memory, rendering them intrinsically less ‘real’ and one’s love for them needn’t adjust to reality in order to continue to love them.

Believe me, I’m acquainted with those, since almost everyone from my early life is gone from this life forever, other than my own children, with their own self-imposed distances. I love them not any less, whether living or not, but it IS vastly different when people are beyond reach to one any longer. It also teaches me to value living, breathing reciprocal love and affection in its present-living-moments. There are no guarantees beyond then.


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Well, aren't you a walking, talking contradiction! ;) I suppose we all are, though, and you are one I think the world of!

I seem to recall you saying you thought my metaphor of memories like tattoos on a heart and soul to be 'lovely', yet a tattoo is nothing more than an etching into the skin. Etchings are not always carved into something hard or brittle. Pottery before it is put into the kiln, for instance, must first be etched if such a design is used. It is done with love and purpose. The sometimes painful, painstaking process is all but forgotten for the beauty of the finished product. What about lazer etchings, an entirely different process than the one you describe? Likewise, the ocean and sand have the ability to etch patterns and designs into stone. The wind and rivers even have that ability as they erode the earth, yet what most see when looking at these things is the beauty of it rather than the harshness.

Life and relationships are harsh sometimes. There are moments of pain inflicted, whether or not it is intentional. There are moments of pleasure to be had as well. Hopefully, the pleasure outweighs the pain. But, that is why people do not belong up on a pedestal from which to fall, because a fall is inevitable, and when that person falls it can potentially create scars. However, if it is a truly reciprocal and loving relationship, those moments are not what one clings to. It's more than just forgiveness; it's seeing the beauty of the person in totality, flaws and all. For me, it's not a matter of remembering a persona of someone 'almost infallible', but rather it's a matter of realizing that the relationship ebbed and flowed when that someone was alive. Afterward, the memories, both good and bad, are a part of me. Yes, of course, I choose to focus on the good memories and things about a person even as he or she is still present in my life.

Plus, I think etching into the mind is a very apt metaphor, if not a literal description, as the brain carves pathways to connect the dots, so to speak. It brings to mind the Etch-a-Sketch metaphor of the process. Maybe it's a bit far-fetched, but I see no reason why a connection can't be made between the body etching memories on the brain and one's being etching feelings into the heart. After all, the brain controls the heart. ;)

Of course, when you put it the way you just did. . .yes, that sounds terribly harsh! But - the design that is left afterward, even on something hard like glass, is something beautiful. I think of art etchings in glass and I see the beauty left behind, not the hardness or softness of the material. Besides, even glass is malleable before it is hardened and can be again if it is melted. And now I am reminded of a science lesson in which it was pointed out that glass is actually a liquid, not a solid. Even antique windows are constantly changing as the liquid gravitates ever so slowly toward the bottom of the window, which is why antique windows and cabinets have thicker glass at the bottom of the frame than at the top.

But anyway. . .you make good points about nostalgia. I think, in the case of a loved one lost to death, the sad and/or regretful part of the memories is that the person is no longer there. It's a sort of bittersweet recollection, for the most part. Nostalgia for a lost point in time brings with it entirely different connotations and nuances for the word.

And, yes, it is vastly different indeed. I am familiar with that as well. I've been hundreds, if not thousands of miles away from everyone I loved more than once in my life for extended periods of time. Even telephone and internet is not the same as face to face contact, but I'll take a telephone over writing any day! Not that it diminishes the value of letters and socializing online, but it is definitely more fully experienced in person.


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Just in case my ramblings above are not concise enough ( and I'm sure they're not), this is from Merriam-Webster Dictionary. The second definition is obviously more along the lines of what I had in mind, whereas you are thinking of the first. . .

transitive verb

1

a : to produce (as a pattern or design) on a hard material by eating into the material's surface (as by acid or laser beam)

b : to subject to such etching

2

: to delineate or impress clearly "scenes etched in our minds" "pain was etched on his features"


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ImKarn23 3 years ago

Nellieanna, you honor us with YOUR experiences - as if by 'magic transference'...

The words you choose are magic, my friend. You scoop up the reader from the very first line (i especially enjoyed the first line, btw..LOL), and don't let go until you've had your say!

One of the best avenues for learning is through someone else's eyes and life experiences..

Thank you for sharing yours...xx


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Shan, thank you again for graciously sharing your thoughts and input. I'm thinking what an interesting hub you could make from it!


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

LOL. No, it's you being gracious! I strayed off topic even from your beautiful up. In my defense, though, you often manage to challenge my thinking. :p


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Leslie! Thank you! I must confess that I had to go up and read the first line to refresh my memory! I’d almost lost track! I'm pleased that you liked it!

I’m gratified that sharing my experiences is appreciated. What you say about learning being best approached through someone else’s eyes and life experiences is certainly true, especially as one is finding and establishing one’s own bearings along the path. My dad always urged me to seek out a wise older person as a mentor and I believe it was good advice. Eventually, though, one must become more his or her own mentor. Otherwise, what good would the early mentoring have done? And from where would the wise older persons of the future arise, otherwise? ;-)

I never tire of listening to and weighing wisdom from any source. It’s not necessarily reserved to older persons, either. Maturity descends when it’s been tried, tested, and found ready, at whatever age. It may never descend on some people if they lived as long as Methusalah! But one can also learn from them. As Dad said, learn from others’ mistakes; you don’t have to experience them all first-hand! Too bad I didn’t heed that more precisely!!

Your response to my hub is most appreciated, m’dear! Hugs.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

You need no defense, Shan. We both strayed. It could have gone on all night, and that wouldn't have helped your own projects one iota! :-)


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

For all that we experience and share that calls to the mind something…a moment…a flickering sense that lingers in the memory and the depth of the soul, again and again, we are still remarkably unique. Your poetry reminds us of this beauty through the imagery of words that are just as inimitable and stunning. I remember the wonderful stories my great grandmother used to tell me in her poet's voice that was, sadly, unsung. They linger, still, and find their way in some small measure to the words I write today in poetry or short stories. I love this poetry, dear Nellieanna. :-)


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

You need no defense, Shan. We both strayed. It could have gone on all night, and that wouldn't have helped your own projects one iota! :-)

Oh, Genna, how true! We are remarkably unique. If other higher animals have memories, they’re not fine-tuned, I’m sure.

I LOVE hearing about your great-grandmother’s stories. I’m musing about her ‘poet’s voice. . . sadly, unsung.” But it IS sung through you.

Thank you for your beautiful comments and kind words!


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

I have been so busy I almost missed this one. I had so much mail backed up that I almost just deleted them all, but I had to scroll, because there are a few writers, you for one, that I just can't miss.

And now i am happy and content! :)


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

Dear Nellieanna:

Your poetry is beautiful and elegant as always, it has that ethereal quality to it, coming down from some part of the Universe...unknown to me... yet...

The moment I heard that the moon has lost her memory and is smiling alone (I started thinking about Alzheimer's) - it is so much on my mind lately (when I don't forget, of course, which I do, all the time).

Yes, I would like to either have a sharp mind or a sharp knife when my memory will be gone (it is fading already despite my feeble attempts to write diaries.... "Got Junk?" "How about two tons of my diaries "My carefully misspent life? Of which I remember nothing".

I guess I am true to my style.

But, seriously, I never congratulated you for winning the Best Poet Award - there is no doubt in my mind that you are.

I would call you a Queen of Hearts, but Mike once said that she was "such a card."

I think you are the Queen of Insightful Support who shares her wit and wisdom so generously. Even tough again, what gave me that idea of "support" (sounds like Technical Support...)

Clearly, my mind is already melting, but I hope I won't forget you in my declining years (read NOW)!!!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Welcome back, Wayne! It is a challenge to face all the things one has missed during a hiatus, even a brief one. When it’s been a longer one, it’s truly overwhelming.

I can’t tell you how pleased, happy and content I am, now that you've sorted out my hub to come read and ‘to not miss’! What an honor! Thank you!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Svetlana, my pet! I’m truly pleased to see you here! Thank you for the beautiful praise of my poetry. I so value your opinion.

I’m not happy that any part of my presentation negatively brought Alzheimer’s to mind, though. If I were to advise, I’d say: don’t expect what you don’t prefer! I think what one expects tends to be drawn to one subconsciously, regardless of its desirability, which the subconscious leave to the conscious mind to decide. One determines its desirability almost when one begins to expect it, as far as the subconscious mind knows. So it pulls strings to make it happen for one.

By the way, an aging loss that’s really dreadful is of the teeth! I’m learning that they simply become brittle and even their nerves calcify! So I’m experiencing having some seemingly secure crowns & bridges falling off because the supporting teeth under them just let go, apparently. So much for what one expects happening, huh? Perhaps ll my solicitous care of my teeth has been a form of expectation. In any case, it hasn’t prevented the march of time. So I’m into getting some implants at present. Not as simple process. Hopefully my jaw bone won’t let go of them!

Did you say junk and tons of diaries? Just you wait till you’ve accumulated 8 centuries - er - decades of it & them, - and of others before you! ;-) hehe. Judging by the mass of it all here, it could be 8 century’s worth!

I’m still amazed at receiving that Best Poet honor, as well as being very appreciative of my precious peers who made it happen. Thank you for the congratulations, too, my dear! It’s all very gratifying.

Mike’s wit is unequaled! I love that. Yes the Q of H is quite a card! Thank you for your lovely alteration of that designation in your title for me! I appreciate that so much. I shall wear it on my heart!

I certainly haven’t and won’t forget you in my declining years . . . er . . I should say, in the remaining of my declining years. You are truly unforgettable! Hugs and love!


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Dear Lovely Nellieanna,

Thank you for sharing of your wonderful memories of Grandma Reis, the grandma you adopted. Memories truly do light the corners of our mind, just as Barbara sings.

Yes, those little flickers of memories whether pleasant or not, make our heart race just a little faster or maybe bring on a bit of a melancholy mood.

Many times, I will say something and wonder from where it came and when I think on it, the memory resurfaces from the recesses of my mind from one so wise that my brain kept it tuck away to bring out at the appropriate time, how lovely.

You are a beautiful person more valuable than any of the rarest and most beautiful gems on this plant, and I know I most likely have stated that before, but it is true. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift of poetry with us all. You poetry always give me pause.

Up and more and sharing

Hugs and much love to you,

Faith Reaper


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

AWESOME and BEAUTIFUL, yes, but where were the buttons for ASTOUNDING, HEARTRENDINGLY EVOCATIVE, SUPERB, INSPIRATIONAL...? I could go on and on.

Nellieanna, I read your hubs expecting excellence, and am never denied just that, but here you have risen, if that were possible, to even greater heights that put many a talented wordsmith to shame.

I love the hub in its entirety, and if I could see to continue rambling on, I would, but my eyes are still wet from the memories, thoughts and emotions you have evoked herein.

Bless you, dear lady, you are an inspiration and a delight to us all.

Hugs and much love to you,

Ian


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drbj 3 years ago from south Florida

Lovely memories, lovely poetry, lovely prose, and you chose two of the most fitting accompaniments, Nellieanna, Streisand's 'Daylight,' and Bergman in 'Casablanca.' You produced another winner, m'dear. But then, you always do!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, beautiful Faith! Thank YOU for coming and sharing my memories here. I’ve so very many precious ones of so many of my beloved people who have left this Earth - or, may have distanced themselves. Each one is a treasured gem in my necklace of good memories. Even occasional less good moments blend into the sparkling joyousness of those wonderful people, family and friends; - and even pets, who become like family after so many years a part of it.

Yes, those memories can resurface at unexpected moments to be savored again and again, like nourishment for the heart and soul.

Thank you for your lovely compliments, my dear. I’m thrilled when words I’ve written may give someone pause!

Hugs and love, m’dear!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dearest Ian, my friend! Oh, my - how I’ve wished for more superlative buttons when reading a hub-work more outstanding than expressed by the buttons given. Granted, they can’t cover all the words coming to mind by so many readers, but at least, they could provide an “other” button with a blank to be filled in with one’s own from-the-heart praises!

On the other hand, it's just lovely to receive yours right here in the comments! Thank you for each of them! I'm humbled. Leave it to you to find such gracious words!

Transcribing my older poems to use has been relegated to the back burner a bit here. Seemed that this subject required poetry written specifically for it, which I did as I was making the hub. I write a few poems anew for many of my hubs, but this one is all new poems.

Each time I come to reply to comments, I must read this hub and hear the music again myself. It moistens my eyes with memories it evokes, as well. I’m glad you share in it!

Thank you - especially, since I so highly value your good opinion!

Hugs and love!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Dr. BJ. ~ Thank you! I so truly love those musical numbers, too.

“Casablanca” came out in when I was about 10. Its main theme song, “As Time Goes By”, was written in 1931, the year before I was born.

But my earliest strong memory of the song was when I was about 11. We were at the ranch for the summer and our upper-teenage cousin was staying with us. We normally had no radio out there at all, especially being beyond the usual broadcasting range; but my clever older brother had rigged one up. The two of them were dancing to this song on a balmy evening in the moonlight on the screened-in porch of the ranch house. It may have been sung by Frank Sinatra. I was spying from an inside window onto it, unbeknownst to them and thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen and heard. I have the movie DVD and never tire of revisiting it! It’s such a beloved classic.

Of course, Barbra’s “Memories. . . Daylight . . .” is simply exquisite. Both songs fit this theme, I thought. It’s always gratifying to find just the right musical accompaniment. So thank you, - both for approval of my music choices and of my writing.

Big hugs!


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

My dearest Nellieanna:

First of all, thank you for the "Signature" for Daniel's art piece.

It was so nice of you and, yes, very subtle.

As far as Alzheimer's goes, don't worry, it was not you. Anyone saying the word "memory" triggers my "Alzheirmer's" "Fire for Effect" button (not in a negative way).

You started telling a story of an old woman, bedridden, but sharp in her head...

I just don't enjoy any sharpness or shaprcity and naturally study the way the memory works and how to preserve it. Normal people follow the time's schedule and lose certain things at the right age...

I empathize you with the teeth, yes, those little things are kings of betrayal. Teeth and hair.

I don't worry about my teeth - they will be long gone before I reach sixty. It's all genetic - good eyesight, not so good teeth...

But the brain... I have to do something about it - again... normal people...

Those like me - mood disorder - medication - brain damage - self-help.

It is actually fascinating how the brain works and the word Alzheimer's serves as a quick whip

if you don't get overweight - don't overeat;

if you don't want to lose your memory - make your brain work.

(between us girls - brain does not like overeating either, it works better with fewer calories, fasting is good, too)

Most people look at me as if I am saying something stupid and I look at them quizzically - I see how they forget everything all the time, don't they think it is an early sign? The bell is already ringing...

I pay attention because I was forced to familiarize myself with the subject.

Since my brain CEO is out for lunch (for life), I am looking for a competent replacement.

It all sounds very weird, even though it is not. The very basics of life.

But the diaries are good no matter how bad they are. They are the true reminders of what has happened. There is an expression that goes "it happened so long ago, that it is no longer true." Well, unless it was written down somewhere in those two tons of junk. Two or twenty-two, it does not matter. Or maybe the more the merrier?

Don't you find it contradictory - the advice of "letting it go" and preserving memories?

Funny thing about the subconscious mind - I keep it ill-informed (only on need-to-know basis) otherwise it really gets out of hand.

But it is also a sign of aging and maturity - learning more and more, changing priorities and recognizing new values.

That is why your wit and wisdom always fascinates me - you are unlike most people I meet. As if you were born knowing...

I am on the other side of the continuum. Up and up she goes... from grade to grade... not exactly following the standard curriculum... running in circles blindfolded most of the time... amusing those who know better...

now I feel a lot like an excited child who comes home after school and happily shares something exciting,

"Mom, mom, you know what we learned today in school?"

"What, darling?"

"That if we don't study, we all going to develop Alzheimer's before we graduate!"

P.S. I don't find it funny, but it is not offensive either, it is just you are on of the very few people with whom one can talk and know for sure you understand.

If next time I start talking about our deceptive minds, don't be surprised - it is my new course.

And you have a gift of living in the totally different world. That what is recognized in your poetry and your discussion clubs (I mean comments section).


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Darling friend Sveltlana. I enjoyed making the ‘signature’. I tried it several ways, one even adding a bit more yellow space below so it could be written bigger and more dramatically. I tried it with a © in gray and in black but decided it was wrong to alter the painting itself with the additional extension, though I pulled the actual ‘paint’ down to color it. Still, it was messing with his work. The © looked overpowering, so I omitted it and hit upon the white script as a way to keep the addition subdued and yet in keeping with white specks throughout his strokes. Often the artist’s name is barely visible and/or legible on paintings, anyway. I thought it a better effect.

I hadn’t considered that the reference to Alzheimer’s might be aimed at me. I was concerned that you were thinking about or expecting it to happen to you! I see now by your further explanation that it was my account of Grandma Reis who was old and ill but still sharp-minded which brought it to your attention.

Also it comes to my attention that “sharp” is an idiom I’ve heard all my life for the quality of clear-headedness and the ability to remember and and to reason well. Of course the word ‘sharp’ has the principle meaning of being either sharp like a knife or pungent like a lemon’s flavor, and I hadn’t considered you might be unfamiliar with its use as a clear, undamaged mental acuity, (which word is defined as sharpness or keenness of thought, vision or hearing in the intellectual sense)! Connotations are always factors in communication.

I’d not considered that writing about memory would bring up that loss of it, as in Altzheimer’s , either. My mention of Grandma Reis’s good mind was not to emphasize her ability to remember but just to describe how she was, much as in mentioning her kindness in saving her medicine bottles for my collection. These were not key factors in a discussion of memory, but some of my remembrance of her even as a child as I was then.

I think of many people getting up in years without diminishing memory and failing mind whose clarity I’d probably mention just in thinking of and describing them, the same as I’d mention if they spoke with accents and wore a favorite color; - just facts about them. My aunt Ann was quite incapacitated physically and was in a rest home but was still in possession of all her mental capacities. She would half-jokingly say, in fact, that she wished she would lose her mind so that she could communicate with all those other folks in that rest home!

Yes, there’s a normal deterioration that comes along with time, though many habits either accelerate that or delay and avoid it indefinitely, or at least they can in many of its areas.

I’ve learned from my dentist that simply teeth become more brittle with age, and even their nerves begin to calcify. I can think of reasons for it happening to mine. I had brittle bones as a child. I’ve never loved drinking milk much. Perhaps those factors have finally won the age game a little. But at 81, I have managed to keep my teeth, though with considerable dental assistance, so it’s not as though trouble was setting in early in my ‘golden years’. AARP considers anyone over 50 a ‘senior citizen’ haha - I’ve quite a few years beyond that now.

As for eyesight, I was born with poor eyesight. I have vision in only one eye, in fact - since birth. My sensory compensations have been in very good hearing, sense of smell and, perhaps, some sort of keen intuition. In a practical way, I’ve learned to compensate for having no depth-perception with use of other mental capacities for judging distances and proximity. Otherwise I’d bump into things walking around and would be unable to drive a car, which I didn’t do till I was 40 and had to. I discovered how much the compensation for lack of depth-perception had already become my second-nature by then. I’d never really known why I hated playing sports with any kind of projectile coming at me but I never attempted to catch a ball flying toward me. I just ran away from it as fast as I could! Not very popular on compulsory grade school baseball teams!! haha! When I played tennis, I ended up getting cross-eyed trying to keep my eye on the ball. I found golf more to my liking, with the ball gong away from me, though I just had to hope I hit it either hard or gentle enough to go where it needed to! It sometimes did, by some miracle.

I highly believe in exercising the brain, YES! Keeping the mind challenged, working and in use are vital to simply preserving it, I think. Avoiding taking in substances which dull it or overstimulate it artificially is another wise thing. My vices in that area are coffee & an occasional glass of wine. I can and do eliminate the wine and cut down on the coffee; but either of those milder chemicals do their damage, surely. I drink tea, but mostly herbal, and avoid all ‘soft drinks’. I’ve never smoked and even the pain medicine the dentist just prescribed, I haven’t taken. I did/do take ibuprofen sometimes, but moderately, even then.

I’m not overweight. I was never a chubby kid, though in my freshman year at college I got up to 143 pounds, the heaviest I’ve ever been. I lost down to 119 the next year and haven’t ever weighed more except during pregnancies, during which I never got more than that 143, if that.

I weigh 115 pounds now, which is the middle zone of my generally acceptable min-max weight range of between 110 and 119. But for several years of my early 50s, I weighed only 102, till I realized it was starting to make me look gaunt, so gained some and have maintained more ideal weight for my stature ever since. I have shrunk a couple of inches, by the way, so that weight distribution is all the more important.

I don’t fast because I believe my body needs its nutrients and my regular diet is very nutritious and lacking in the stuff that burdens the body’s processes, and I never overeat. If I do miss a meal, though, I go on without a hitch.

I hear you mention your brain-issues but I don’t detect them in you, except that you do mention them. I simply don’t know the facts. You do. You mention ‘mood disorder - medication - brain damage’, things not part of my experience. I can truly sympathize, but I cannot know how they are. My tendency is to see solutions rather than problems, anyway. It’s both a blessing and a burden at times!

I do often depend on referring to my journals to refresh my memory. Since my mind thinks constantly, it’s not surprising that I may not remember every detail at all times. I do find myself occasionally having to ‘search for THE word I’m looking for but it always comes to mind or I have enough know-how to track it down or think of an acceptable substitute. I consider these part of the beneficial brain-exercises I do, in fact. Were it not for challenges, it wouldn’t be as effective an exercise!

What does concern me more are very rare occasions when I literally can’t formulate a sentence. It’s occasionally associated with the very rare ocular migraines which can beset me, and have beset me for maybe 30 or so years and probably in some form all my life, and have actually become more rare and shorter-duration over time. As a child I had blinding, painful ‘eye-aches’, a t least partly from the exercises to train my bad eye’s muscles to move in sync with the other one. Otherwise, I’d have no control over it.

The main feature of the ocular migraines is having my vision blocked by ‘swirling colored lights’ from my own ocular nerves. There is little or no pain associated with this. But I must wait them out in order to regain my normal vision, which usually is only minutes later. Sometimes, it’s during them when words seem to get muddled. One of my best recourses for those ocular migraines is to relax my head & let it restore itself, which it quickly does. Neurologists have referred it to ophthalmologists who have referred it back to neurologists, all without results, so I’ve simply learned to live with it on its rare visits. I just must take ‘time out’ and not attempt to read or to drive or do much while it runs


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

You thought that was lengthy? The limit was obviously reached and the rest of what I'd written as a reply was left dangling, so here it goes. First of all, the rest of that last sentence above was "while it runs its course." ;-)

And then, I'd continued:

No, it is not contradictory to let the mind’s tension go and still to preserve its memories and ability to think and reason. It’s comparable to getting an update on your computer’s operating system which doesn’t affect your data stored on it. In fact, most of our memory-mind data is long-term, with the short-term more for immediate referral and usually discarded unless worth archiving to long-term. Once an appointment is met, for example, it's of little lasting value to remember the exact time of day, unless it's to be set up as a regular visit at that time from then-on.

Because tension is an affecting factor the brain must deal with if it receives it, it can actually interfere with its normal working processes, at least briefly. It’s all chemical and electrical circuits up there, which are physical in their own ways and set up to handle what they’re designed to handle, including managing everything going on in the body, from the most automatic processes to the most complicated, focused intellectual challenges. Those, it normally handles smoothly, using its built-in equipment. But tension is not really among its natural long-term challenges it’s built to handle smoothly. The degree of tension involved is pretty much a product of modern fast-moving living. So if the brain learns ways to simply relax and allow the tension to deflect and be let go, it can & will avert it by neglecting to feed it with more focus and attention. Otherwise, if it's nurtured and given a place in the brain, it can truly become seriously pathological, either directly or indirectly - or both, so much that it can and will do damage and affect the other bodily processes the brain controls automatically. Hence, all the too-familiar physical maladies that have to be at least partly attributed to 'stress and tension'.

Certainly letting go doesn’t interfere with the mind's normal, smooth-running operations, including memory retention. Quite the opposite. The brain’s function is to work with and work out what it’s fed. When it’s fed tension which isn’t one of the workout-able challenges in the brain’s normal ways, the results are disturbances with the normal processes, so long as it’s there demanding attention.

One does not ‘inform’ the subconscious mind. It gathers its information directly and non-verbally from what it perceives. Words one says are accompanied either with matching or mis-matching feelings, which are perceived at subconsciouss level ‘in the raw’ and in truth, as it were. It accepts the inner truth as communicated by feelings at face value. It is not moralistic and does not evaluate them. It need not, since it is one’s own truth. It simply responds and acts upon or for it, accordingly. So if it perceives that one is gloomy, it accepts that one is supposed to be gloomy and tries to fulfill its part in that - and so forth. It doesn’t take directions any other way except by one’s feelings and physical conditions inside. On the other hand, if one TELLS one’s conscious mind it is gloomy, pretty soon one will become gloomy, and then the conscious mind receives that signal on which to act.

The conscious mind follows a totally different pattern; and, yes, to thrive, it must be fed intellectually stimulating, supporting food & challenges, which it can be fed deliberately, even though the subconscious mind’s activities, if in contradiction, can and will subvert or redirect the conscious mind’s plans. If it is not fed effectively, the results will be felt in its performance and/or deterioration.

All that we take in to ourselves in the way of substances and ideas will affect the workings of our minds, for the better or the worse. Our choices of what to take in are sometimes narrow and difficult to accurately recognize and manage, but they’re all effective in their own ways and where we do have choices, we are wise to heed them.

I do quite understand your attention to your personal challenges. You’re so very bright that at times it may be like it possesses you. I am empathetic and I admire your focus on your own situations. I won’t be surprised if you talk about deceptive minds or whatever your fertile mind is onto. I’ve given it much thought myself.

I feel I live in a ‘real’ world, but, like all other humans, it’s bound to be a subjective one from my subjective perspective, isn’t it? Even when we attempt to have objectivity, it remains perceived from and altered by our subjective perspectives to a large extent. I value the ‘real’ around me, and in me and find it valuable to be able to alter it somewhat, both subjectively and beyond that in ways. If and when I must accept a condition, I begin to make the most of it possible. That is my choice, even if the external causes are not. I feel justified in expecting the better rather than the worse, having proven it possible in my own experience, which has encountered each of those and I have found that overall, I can and do attract the better more than the worst, though it has not always been so, even though I was generally able still to make the best of the worst.

Like you, I’ve learned what I need to navigate in my own world, and what I don’t need from someone else’s perspective, which is, of course, that person’s subjectivity which may or may not fit me at all or in part.

I’ve much more to learn, but I feel I’m successful in many of the areas which concern and interest me, such as staying healthy as possible, discovering measured success at applying my mind, even to things I’d once been convinced were just not my forte, and most importantly to me, to being able to let my natural being express itself articulately, sometimes effectively, which is extremely vital to me, though at one time I doubted I could or that, if I did, I'd dare to share it. I've since learned to not measure any of this by others’ standards, as if I really knew what they were or as if they were ever a consistent, perfect standard one could be assured of meeting. Trying to is a sure way to be at best, uneasy, and at worst, tense and disturbed all the time.

I find my own standard is sufficient challenge, as well as constantly challenging in pleasant ways. I am glad that I can always have access to it, and can alter it to better fit, as needed. Using it is partly a conscious and partly a subconscious affair. as well as good mental exercise and physical coordination practice. haha.

I’m aware that what I find good for me is not and cannot be a fixed, one-size-fits-all plan for others. I mean that with all my heart. Yet one tries to share what one’s learned if it works, just in case some of it might fit, hopefully being shared without seeming too interfering or overbearing. If it does not fit, they can discard it as they do see fit. It doesn’t have to be accepted and shouldn’t be if it doesn’t fit.

Well, I was so sleepy I was about to go straight to bed till I found your comments! Now look at all this stuff I’ve written in response! Forgive my verbosity and what are surely countless errors and typos. :-)


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Nell I couldn't find the end of your comments. Now that I am here voted up and awesome. This is an incredibly wonderful poetic and musical journey. I am passing this on. Hugs.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, dear sweet Rasma!

I know ~ it turned into quite a discussion page here, as sometimes happens. Sorry it made it unwieldy to reach the bottom. Actually, I have the very same problem, and I've added to the length of it my own self! I'm the worst to ramble on and on! Guess it's part of what the hub is about, though: sharing others' thoughts and memories.

Thanks for persisting and leaving such a lovely comment!

I’m so pleased that you enjoyed the poetry and music! It was one I very much enjoyed making! Hugs.


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Dearest Svetlana, and equally Dearest Nellieanna (Oh, how affection flies in the face of correct English - both persons being the dearest... or should I say, “Both Dearest Persons being the Dearer - but which one?”.

Neither. Comparative or Superlative, who cares?

Start again. How lovely to read your interchanges, above. I felt as if the Three Musketeers were gathered around a table in an exceptionally comfortable and chic table, before a log fire in the countryside. You were both conversing and exchanging views and opinions whilst I was just “that one other”, drinking in your thoughts; revelling in your presence(s), and perhaps lifting my hand to summon the waiter to bring us another pot of this, or another bottle of that.

I wasn’t prying. I was just looking on and enjoying myself... and your combined company.


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MartieCoetser 3 years ago from South Africa

Nellieanna, what lovely songs and profound poems you have in here.

I will never tire of sitting at YOUR feet :)

I've been on a short holiday and now so far behind with reading and commenting. Too much reality demands too much of my attention. But I am not complaining!

Sending you tuns of hugs :)


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Those WERE the days. . . The Three Musketeers, - discussing, resolving, puzzling, basking in the light of the lovely glow of it al! I couldn't be more pleased than to have the both of you join me around our little table of choice by a country log fire, sipping our beverages and filling our souls with the comradeship!

You couldn't possibly pry, Ian! You're essential to the trio! And - - what could be more in harmony with "Playing It Again"?Hugs!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Martie - my cyber daughter! Thank you! For you to approve the music makes me feel very good!

Holidays are so wonderful, and usually coming home is, too. But mountains of catching up to do are a bit overwhelming! But, yeah - reality is a wonderful thing! Where would we be without it? ;-)

Glad you’re home safe and sound! Hugs.


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Time can fill us with hope, as well as with consternation, but if nothing else, memories always prevail. All were very well done.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ah, yes, Deb. Life exists on time and the movement of it creates change, which has no guarantees and can go one way or the other with equal ease. Life means experiencing them and that begins making memories to take along, even though we cannot live in them. They’re like our replayable movies and re-readable books, an embellishment on the present in which we do live! It's a pretty good system. :-)

Thank you for visiting and leaving your thoughtful and pleasant comments! Glad you thought it well done!


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

Dear Nellieanna and Ian:

I picture the scene quite differently. While you two are sitting and effortlessly maintaining great decorum, I appear all dirty and wet on the Halloween night.

I have meticulously ransacked the neighbourhood and expropriated all the confectionery goods. Of course, the enormous load of loot stays outside and I don't offer to share.

After having kicked off my boots, I am trying to join in the conversation, but somehow my words come out on a entirely wrong frequency and I give up hope of making any reasonable contribution whatsoever.

A few shots of tequila seems like a good idea. It is. Until I knock down a few pieces of antique furniture and before comfortably collapsing under the table, proclaim that I finally have found a new paradigm. "What happens in my mind, stays in my mind."

Cool and collected, Ian says: "It's fine. She is in Never Never Mind."


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Indeed, you say, Svetlana! Well, we’ll just see about that! I’m on antibiotics for my tooths and can have not so much as a glass of sherry for the duration; and there are several days of doses remaining, adding injury to injury. (sniff, sniff.)

On the other hand, perhaps it would be well for you to have that few shots of tequila. Hm. Yes, I think so. For one thing, I’m almost certain I shall have to learn to speak or at least to understand and read Russian. I need you to be in good shape to help me along. You're my hope!

I will tell you more about that in a bit, after I finish and publish my presently brewing, trembling, throbbing hub.

As for Ian saying such a dastardly thing as ‘. . . in Never Never Mind,” coolly, collectedly or just an honest typo!

But. . . what is it so carefully being kept in that mind, hm?


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Svetlana you know I like whimsy, and adore bizarre creations. The above has made me laugh out loud... I mean it!

I have the picture of you, surrounded by the detritus of several pieces of antique furniture, before "comfortably collapsing" under the table. It is a picture that bring tears of laughter to my eyes.

I know that you are far too elegant to allow this to happen - unless it had, perhaps, have been a planned exercise just to prove your knowledge of the "antique furniture’s" true worth.

Perhaps you had glid (glided???) in elegantly, and seeing at once, with your perceptive and educated eye that the “Louis Quinze chaise longue” was, in fact, a faux article, probably put together in a vast workshop in Huddersfield, UK and sent to our dear little eatery in flat-pack to be constructed (as in, put together) by some little DIYer out in the back room of a roadside diner somewhere.

Nellieanna wouldn’t allow you to lie there unattended and alone. She, kind lady, would no doubt have mixed a wicked cocktail of Tequila, Antibiotics and Amontillado Sherry and no doubt having imbibed several glasses with you, and would have joined you under the table.

And what would I be doing? Rambling on by myself, as I am doing now.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Calling The Three Whimskateers to order!

Except that - this one is attempting to appear nonchalant, not orderly, - hoping other diners won’t be unduly distracted from their meals by the spectacle of a graceful tango dancer huddled under our table, amidst sundry remains of shabby not-quite-made it elegance of several busted chairs, smoking stands, and wine carts, which had shamelessly been pretending to be priceless antiques!

Now, I'm taking time out here to jot on my iPhone notepad NOT to come to this poorly disguised MacDonald’s ever again! Their feeble attempts at acting better than they are, such as removing garish golden arches and, instead, suspending a smart looking Scottish Tavern sign from a wrought-iron hanger-frame, hoping to add a touch of authenticity to this otherwise faux eatery doesn’t ‘cut it’ for me! I’m from Texas. We’re not that easily buffaloed. (a local idiom meaning fooled)

Whew! That kind of thing just takes the wind out of one’s sails, though. Where’s that potent Tequila, Antibiotics and Amontillado Sherry cocktail when a gal really needs it? Oh well. I’ll need the rest of my strength and agility (and presence - or presents - of mind) to help our Svetlana remove shards of tawdry common barn-wood and cheap faux-mahogany varnish from her clothing, hair and from under her fingernails, anyway. Oops, just extracted a thumb-tack, too. It's all too scandalous! I've a good mind to report it to th' . . th' . . -- well, there must be some bureaucratic agency to handle such stuff!

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Ta-ta, dear Whimskateer Ian. Ramble on. It’s music to the ears and fuel to the imagination of this helper-come-lately!


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

And what did I tell you (before gracefully removing myself from conversation)?

Nellieanna and Ian maintain the decorum and cheerfully describe the details of a mysterious location where the whole scene is filmed (there is not a doubt in my (under the influence) mind that it all was staged.

I did not imagine all that details (fingernails?), I painted the scene with a very broad brush looking more like a mop...

But I can't stop you from doing anything while I am having a bout of subconscious metacognition (yes, she received the course she threatened to take).

"We sat and drank each with a separate past locked up in him, and fate's alarm clock set at unrelated futures - when, at last..." (Vladimir Nabokov "Pnin")


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Svetlana, I clicked my “Approve” of your comment with warmth and enthusiasm. I love the quotation. Now I'm curious about the rest of the passage.

It’s possible to receive and respond to people we care about with various degrees of seriousness or humor while loving them dearly. What one does needn't dictate what others do or the manner in which they do it. No pressure. If you prefer observing rather than joining in, that’s perfectly all right. (Just try to resist the urge to toss rotten tomatoes at the performers, please! ;-)

Fingernails - yes. I figured that in tearing up that furniture some of the dastardly debris might have lodged under them. I know I can’t so much as pull up a tiny weed without getting dirt under mine!

Speaking of messes, I summoned my courage to make the most glorious palak (cream of spinach) soup and finished eating tonight’s allotment of it.

I assure you, everything within the kitchen radius was streaked, speckled, spotted, smudged or painted green. I kept thinking I should have waited till next St. Patrick’s Day to attempt it, so I’d have had the decorations already! But I had this tub of fresh baby spinach I’d bought ‘pre-toothwork’, intending to use it as usual for several sautéed spinach accompaniments for modest meat course for my suppers. The only meat I’ve gingerly accosted since the tooth work are whatever miserly little chunks in canned meat-vegetable soups and the well-cut up chicken I add to mine when I make it. I’ve become a meatless wonder (and even when I eat meat, it’s small portions). I've also become good at thinking of other alternatives.

So the palak soup was a wonderful way to use and enjoy the fresh spinach from my fridge. (I’m a genius at keeping fresh produce fresh for longer than expected and it was perfect! The secret is to never let it touch plastic. I line containers with paper towels or use paper bags or those semi-permeable bags designed for keeping produce fresh, all depending on the type of produce it is.)

Anyway, the soup really was subtly-flavored delicious when finally done, but I shouldn’t have trusted the recipe's preparation/cook time as being 30 minutes! Plus, everything - appliances, utensils, measured ingredients - had to be absolutely laid out & ready before embarking on it. But it was worth it.


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I forgot to mention, that "gracefully removing myself from the conversation" was another way of saying "passing out"... so, I'd say both participation and observation is problematic when one is unconscious ... even though I would argue that the Subconscious still keeps receiving the stream of information (distorted perception of badly constructed reality)...

Now, I can imagine you feeding Ian the spinach soup. Actually, I can't. I think he would resist.

But what do I know?


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

I would resist 'feeding' anyone over a year old other than my own self - anything! :-)

Perhaps that image was a figment of subconscious distorted perception of badly constructed reality? Or - not. . . .

Hugs!


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

It was the picture that was priceless. But then, I might forget that it only happened in my mind and a year later swear (with total conviction) that you actually force-fed Ian.

Like all stories we tell - gets better every time we tell it (when it departs from the truth more and more and gets embellished to the point of being unrecognizable yet more vivid). Aren't all novels written like this? Including history.

The image is there forever. (forever - a couple of months), but with writing - for as long as we can come back to this conversation.

Take care,


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Oh, Ladies, please, please, please... take all of the above exchanges between The Three Whimskateers and with just a minimum of tweaking, here and there, create a hub that others will read and enjoy, and then go away scratching there collective heads and wonder why they like it so much, yet feel that they have entered another time and space.

Both of you are capable of creating or choosing the most beautiful pictures to enhance (if that were at all possible) the text,

I am sure that the adjudicators of the Booker Prize would inspect it with awe and hold it up as an example of some of the most amusing, deep and entertaining writing of the early twenty-first century and beyond.

I am sure that within a few years there would be pedagogues throughout the English Speaking World (Notice the caps) who would be driving scores of University Students and Wannabe Intellectuals to read through every word, phrase and sentence; endeavouring to discover the philosophical nuances, depths and hidden scholarly glories in what they read.

Think of it. We could have people in the not too distant future being dragged to the stake for daring to challenge the Truths (Ha! Ha!) embodied therein.

(Bags I get to be the first Grand Inquisitor)

We owe it to mankind!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Svetlana, our creative genius! No doubt it was an entertaining picture, at least ‘pricey’ if not totally priceless! But, then, all images - (‘real’ or ‘image-inary’) are subjective and in the person’s mind, i.e., - personal subjective perception and interpretation, aren’t they? It’s frequently difficult to really know (& impossible to prove) which is which!

At any nanosecond, all over the globe, exponentially multiple instances of many subjective images at play, mostly in contrast, some in conflict among themselves. Swearing I force-fed Ian or anyone would bump into such a conflicting memory, in fact! ;-)

Yet, lingering over the scene is the breathtaking realizations that these imaginings truly are the stuff of which novels, short stories, Broadway musicals or films are or could be created! In fact, probably many such outputs in existence are surely their by-products!

Each such may be fleeting to the person having it, though, so the trick, the genius is in its being first fixed in the person’s memory, if not forever, - at least long enough to be recorded, for a discussion such as this one, or possibly for a duration and quality sufficient to become the basis for a novel or a scene in one. . . and then being tweaked, as our Ian suggests, into some form in which others may be included in the delightful jokes! The possibilities are endless and exhilarating! I’m getting a little giddy - as you may be noticing! I’m sipping a cup of ginger tea to calm myself down! Oh, yes - of course we can return to this conversation indefinitely . . . or just linger in it (at our own discretion)!

Yes, yes, then there’s the opportunity and ability of departing from the truth more and more, so it can become embellished and enhanced so as to become further unrecognizable and imaginative, which opens up vast reservoirs of genius writing and story-telling! But, caution: we must protect our wild meanderings from plagiaristic ‘lifting’ of our imagery and ideas! Think what wannabe Tolkiens would give to get their grimy fingers on these creative morsels! Wow. Too mind-boggling! In fact, that itself would make a plot for a fantastic mini-novel! I’m absolutely floating on the hot-air generated!


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ian! ’Tis GOOD you’re here! There’s wandering genius lurking and tingling all over the page, your own topping the list! But it is you, and only you, who is qualified to and must lead the tweaking process! We two are too erratic, sprinting along the imagining phase, bumping into things (even each other and ideas), and mustn’t be slowed with tweaking duties, which, while challenging, is a bit more of a technical phase than we’re up to just now, if ever, you see. If we were saddled with bothering with that, we would surely lose the, albeit, flittering vision!

Therefore, if we are to be free to zot around the clouds and stars, we require a keen mind with feet on the ground for handling that essential tweaking phase: namely, YOU.

Simply the fact that you’ve already conceived of what might happen next qualifies you for this vital responsibility! Neither of us has had the slightest notion of any such eventuality! But you’re correct! We owe it to mankind, one step at a time.

Let’s not project the image of people being burned at the stake for disention, though - not just yet, before we even get the balloon launched!! (The stake penalty is a luscious thought, though.) Mwooohahahaha!


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

You do remember that we were talking about spinach soup?

My feet are on the ground, the only thing that I don't have is the recipe and there is something missing in the State of Denmark - my ever increasing speech impediment.

It's too bad I can't write novels (but you two can), but I am surely enjoy good English (given I don't have to consult dictionary too often).

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"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).

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a "praiser of time past"

I cannot write like that. What I am writing (just like everybody else) is the story of my life. Perception is a construct of my (highly unreliable) mind, memory is a construct of that perception (essentially a construct of a construct). Memory fades, fuses, confuses, confabulates.

In fact, in my book half of the pages are missing and the rest are out of order.

So, instead of relying on something unreliable (conning myself into believing that my memory is the accurate account of the events), I choose to "write" new memories. That is where images come so handy.

I swear I am going to remember the antique furniture and spinach soup and martini (it was not mentioned before), but I like martini (who cares that in the 1st version (draft) it was tequila?)

I think one reason this would not work as a novel is the "general public" would not know the reference points. You know when old friends meet and start talking, the rest of the crowd has a feeling that they don't belong to this VIP Club.


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Svetlana, I agree with the memory business. My poor dear friend, Steve is constantly amazed when he reads or hears a tale I have related concerning his comings and goings. For some obscure reason he feels that my versions of past events do not tie in to well with his perception of what may have happened.

I maintain that my version of the truth is far more interesting and that is how I am going to relate, and remember, it.

Returning to our joint effort:-

So, in our domestically bizarre, or bizarrely domestic version of ‘Il Trovatore’, who is to take the part of Azucena, and who is to be Manrico? I am far too old to play Manrico to Nellieanna’s Azucena, and I should imagine Svetlana has all the correct credentials to play Leonora, with a bit - or perhaps a lot of influence from the drama of the Tango.

However, if our dear Nellieanna were to be even slightly singed around the edges, perhaps I would regret being cast as Grand Inquisitor.

Gosh, I’ve muddled my Verdi and cast myself in the roll of the Grand Inquisitor from ‘Don Carlos’. That will never do. I may be old, I may be far too reliant on a walking stick or two, but I am not blind and certainly, even in my wildest dreams, not one little bit as nasty as that G.I.. [Please note, I do not mean “an enlisted soldier in the American Military”. But if you’ve been following my drift (as I am feverishly attempting to do) you will realise that G.I. stands for... Oh so you were listening)].

Maybe I’ll settle for being the wicked Count di Luna. I’ll settle for that, and as the name sort of fits me (Luna - Get it!), in my present rambling pose, I think I’ll stick to that.

PLEASE NOTICE FROM THE ABOVE, THAT PERHAPS I OUGHT TO HAVE A HOBBY, OR PERHAPS I SIMPLY SHOULD GET OUT MORE.


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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

Maybe I should listen to an opera or two...

I have to admit my complete ignorance in (on?) the subject...

But I looked up the story - drama, drama, drama...

The Horror! The Horror!!!

The poison? Can I have a bowl of spinach soup instead?

I am assuming that the only consolation in this story is the music itself, otherwise I see no justification of such a story.

I was/am in a totally different frame of mind. Yesterday Daniel was asking me about the WWII and I found it impossible to explain... I ended up looking up the Battle of Stalingrad and somehow the question that bothers me why Paulus surrendered? He must have saved a lot of lives at the end. I did not, of course, stayed "on course"....

as I had to force myself to do the homework for tomorrow class.

(nobody will get "Il Trovatore" references. I get enough of "you are TOO intelligent or/and you are TOO philosophical". I think I really have to tone it down.

Can one be too intelligent or too philosophical? It is sheer impossibility. One can only be TOO ignorant.

Thank you, Ian, for making me curious about this opera, I will listen to some of it on youtube. I like being Leonora, except for the voice - I prefer mezzo soprano to soprano.

Angela Gheroghiu sings beautifully, what can I say!

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kallini2010 3 years ago from Toronto, Canada

However, I was working on self-description and this joke is just not happening (speaking of "a creative genius", where is the proof?):

I am, I appear to be, I have a reputation of :

a. Semi-retired Depravity Teacher;

b. Writer of novels on Obscenity;

c. Non-compliant ex-wives charmer;

d. Out-of-commission cough syrup junkie;

e. Disqualified hospital appraiser;

f. Adopted granddaughter of Crocodile Dundee;

g. Semi-retired deadline writer;

h. Bad news collector;

i. English language janitor;

j. Activist of something;

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Ian, I am sure you are so much better at this exercise.


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I love the mezzo range too, Svetlana. See if you can find Marilyn Horne singing "Mon coeur sòuvre à ta voix" from Samson et Dalila. It's a voice that you could pull up over you and have it wrap you in its beauty.

I also agree with you concerning Angela Gheorghiu. Her voice is amazing. Virtually everything I have heard her sing is perfect. Her 'La Traviata' with her husband, Roberto Alagna and also the new(ish) German tenor, Joan Kaufmann would have me whistling and stamping my feet and yelling if I were lucky enough to see either performance.

And also, if you really want to wallow in pure drama, listen to 'Stride la Vampa' from 'Il Trovatore' by Grace Bumbry or Marilyn Horne.

I'm not trying to teach; I'm wanting to share music that virtually wipes me out in its beauty.

Enough said, it's way past my bed time.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

You both leave me floundering, hopelessly out of my element! Now look at what you've gone and done! I shall have to bone up on my opera - and - my Horace! Here I was, about to embark on some Dostoevsky, but I see I instead shall be better advised to delay that and try to keep up with this heady company instead! Brazen silliness will just tide me over so far - not far enough, I realize! It’s no match for your actual stuff. ;-)

The least you two could do for this Texas bumpkin is go read my latest hub, http://hubpages.com/literature/The-Essence-of-Eleg... where my limited refinement may peek through enough to qualify me for this trio! You'll see why I want to learn Russian, too.

Oh, thanks for the reminder about spinach soup. The recipe I mostly used is well illustrated and detailed on this site: http://www.sailusfood.com/2011/07/14/palak-spinach Also, though, to broaden my strokes and allow inclusion of ingredients I had onhand, this one was helpful:

http://www.vegrecipesofindia.com/palak-soup-or-spi


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mylindaelliott 3 years ago from Louisiana

The image goes perfectly with your writing. Your writing is so descriptive and engaging.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, Mylinda. (I saw your name on your business cards!) I'm glad you noticed the image. I rather thought it fit the subject.


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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

That is quite a CV, Svetlana. You should run for Prime Minister... or even better.

I keep going back and chuckling over your qualifications and/or work experience(s).

I can't decide that makes me laugh more.

By the way, listen to the Divine Nellieanna putting herself down and playing the part of the Texas ingenue. Who does she think she is fooling. And yes, Nellieanna, I am going over to read your hub right now.

But before I do, I'm going back to look at Svetlana's CV for another chortle.

Mwah! to you both.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Where’s the proof of your creative genius, Sveltlana? Look in the mirror! It’s all ‘in there’! You're too close to the forest to see the trees. . . or is it the other way around? Hugs.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, Ian - You are so gracious! Great big ole Texas hugs! Mwhaa!


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Another beautiful and creative piece of work done by you Nelli :) God has blessed you with the art of poetry, graphics and composition. May he continue to bless you with many more years to come and more inspiring poems to help others as we here can all learn a thing or two from you.

How are you doing my dear? what's up with you in Texas? How is the ranch and so on?


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, my friend. Thank you for those lovely, cheering words. I'd love to be a help to others by my example. In a way, that is the most powerful influence one has to offer.

I'm recovering from the CTS and bruised rib and am buried in editing thousands of pictures from the wildlife cameras at the ranch. It's tedious work but also very rewarding. It's kind of like a little silent movie, seeing how the animals behave when they don't know they're being observed. It's quite fascinating.

Hope all is well with you!


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Oh well Nellie i hope you would be able to share those photos or make a video for us, I'd sure be delighted to see your ranch. I am sorry to hear about your bruised ribs , oh my at your age its more painful and harder for those things to cure back, but God will bring you back to one piece.

Yes its always better when we can esteem others higher than ourselves and if your work is good then we can feel free to praise you on it.

I am recovering from dengue fever but i am good otherwise .

Thanks for inquiring


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thanks for your interest in those pix. I've posted a couple on my FB timeline. I'm far from ready to make a slide-show, though. You can't imagine how many pix there are , how many I have yet to process, and how urgent it is that I get them processed them for other major uses.

But, no, - I'm progressing with my maladies probably faster and better than many of my friends who've suffered similarly and who're quite a bit younger. My big problem with them is that I'm so spoiled with having had so few things to bother with for so long! haha. I get a bit miffed when I get my share, but God has indeed been kind to me.

It's well to esteem others but I also feel we have a duty and obligation to care for the 'temple' we've been assigned: - our own bodies and minds. I like to think that good vibes radiate outward from a good personal temple.

OH MY! - I had to look up dengue fever and it sounds horrid! My poor friend! I hope you're recovery is swift and thorough. I'll certainly be praying for you!

In my area for several years, there've been plagues of mosquito-borne illnesses, and a lot of folks have succumbed. I try to do my part in eliminating possible wet spots where mosquitos would be apt to breed; but I, myself, am never bitten by the beasties. I've the rarest blood type, & perhaps it doesn't suit their palettes. I'm very thankful for it! Also I try to avoid areas where germs and viruses are more likely to congregate and I'm one of those hands-washers wherever I go. But there's no way to avoid all exposure to stuff that makes people ill. I guess the tropics offer extra amounts of that stuff. Dallas is moderate-to-quite warm climed and somewhat humid but not nearly so much as many places. The ranch can be very hot but it's semi-desert, so a lot of things are not rampant there, besides being of VERY low population.


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Lol at your blood type and the mosquitos . Yeah you take your time and take it easy do a bit everyday and you will complete it. Sure God has been very kind and gracious to you. He has given you long life, you still have all your senses in tact you are pretty active. Which is the most amazing part to me because in my country a lot of folks slows down in their 70's but you have this vibrant energetic aura you possess which in itself is a blessing.

That dengue and chikungunya virus is certainly plaguing my country at the moment. Also venezuela has a huge number of dengue cases in some instances people actually die. Can you believe such a little creature can do so much harm.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

The two prevalent mosquito-carried viruses here are the West Nile and the chikungunya. The West Nile has plagued the region for several years and has claimed a number of deaths. The chkungunya has more recently arrived. Yes, it's amazing that these deadly illnesses are carried by such a little creature, but its power is that it goes everywhere and has nasty habits itself.

If I fail to reply to other messages, please know it's because I am engrossed in my tasks.


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

No problem deary i quite understand take your precious time and thanks for the info about the mosquitos. Its starting to feel like egypt on the earth back in Moses times. Is plague after plague before you can learn about one there is another.


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brakel2 2 years ago from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Hi Nellieanna. You are so popular with all thse comments. It is fun to listen to stories even if a person repeats themselves. You have so many memories of your husband that we feel as if we know him. Your poetry in this hub inspires me as do all your poems. You and Jodah complement each other. Sharing this lovely hub. Blessings Audrey


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Audrey, thank you. You're kind to notice the deepest feelings of this hub. Thank you for appreciating my George, for letting my poetry inspire you, and for being such a great follower to both Jodah and me! He is truly a great writer and poet!

Musing about 'playing it again', as I so often seem to, -my life has been jam-packed with amazing relationships, experiences, events, some ‘down’ times and enough hard lessons learned to fill a set of books, even without my intimate knowledge of other full lives of those from whom I descended or who were close to my heart. There is not time enough to recount it all, but no doubt I could rattle on incessantly without danger of repeating myself, in hot pursuit of that goal if I were to adopt it. haha.

However, what occurs to me is that one tends to relate the stories and memories most dear, so that those do get repeated, because out of all one's experiences, they seem to rise to the top of one's recollections most often, demanding one's attention, with little or no regard for whether or not they’ve been told before.

Even so, there are many variations within those accounts, details which rose again to the top which had been overlooked or seemed less important at an earlier time. When I think of my beloveds, there are many different thoughts of and about them that crowd into the forefront. Each one could fill its own volume! Of course, I wouldn’t dream of trying to share them all, though I would love to write them down, if only for my own benefit. I’ve done a lot of that sort of mostly ‘sharing’ with myself over my lifetime and I can’t fault it. Perhaps one must do that to internalize, to derive one’s main benefits, to weigh and evaluate the most important thoughts in them at the time of remembering.

I guess the advantage of being able to write fairly well is having a ready way to capture and preserve the best of the memories and stories - - IF one grabs them when they come to mind before they vanish back into the ether while more thoughts and activities crowd in! After all, THIS time and place is where life is actually happening, so must never be neglected! It's well to keep in mind that when one is remembering the past, one has chosen to use one's present moments doing it because it has value, rather than focusing on whatever new things the present is teeming with and eager to present. The past has no life; it can't be altered nor can it fix itself. It stands as it was lived, not as life going on. Remembering it is a privilege of being human, while the life going on truly is a never-ending joy and challenge!

So I ponder both the value of the present moments and how easily capturing valuable memories from the past slips by or get lost when other activities crowd them out or if some key element about them escapes my memory. I'm thankful that my memory, ability to record and type relatively fast allow me to more or less keep up! haha I'm aware that time and (as George would say) past habits will certainly create detours and inroads into any project. So be it!

Yet I’m most thankful that I can embrace the moments that are here to be lived and am able to fully live them. So that's my choice, proven again and again by my quickly dropping 'other stuff' to respond and attend to the real moments, new thoughts and the people with whom I'm blessed to interact in those moments. I welcome distractions because they ARE ‘the here and now’ unfolding and happening, and if not now, if not here, then when and where? If not this, then what? ;-)


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hazeltos 6 months ago from Summerfield, Florida

Nellieanna you have written a amazing hub. Beautiful words, images, and poetry. I enjoyed the flow and the depth of it.


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Nellieanna 6 months ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you. I'm glad you've enjoyed it.


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Twilight Lawns 6 months ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Dearest One,

I am thinking of you - as I frequently do, with fond memories and love. This Hub says so much about you and why you remain a National Treasure.

Big hugs,

Ian


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Nellieanna 6 months ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, dearest Ian, what a treat to see you here! I think of you quite fondly, too, and have been doing so lately, pondering how long since we conversed!

I've been concerned.

This hub thread contains some priceless tidbits of great comments and those trilogies with the Three Whimskateers are priceless! Glad they're preserved here!

Please don't be a stranger!

Love and hugs ~

Nellieanna

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